Aquesta tardor he descobert com defensaven la panxa de la fred els herois de les llegendes, els llibres i els contes d'abans d'anar a dormir a l'Anglaterra del XIX, i encara més a Escòcia, i als boscos, els orfenats, les cabanes de fusta, la taula dels óssos i les presons.
Flocs de civada, gruel, porridge... esmorzar de campions.
'Please, sir, I want some more.'
The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder, the boys with fear.
'What!', said the master at length, in a faint voice.
'Please, sir', replied Oliver, 'I want some more'.
The master aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.
The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,
'Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!'
There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.
CHARLES DICKENS, Oliver Twist
Someone has been eating my porridge and they ate it all up!, cried the baby bear.
Goldilocks and the three bears
There was a poor little girl who lived with her mother and they had nothing to eat. The girl went into the forest and met an old woman who gave her a little pot. When the little girl said 'Cook, little pot, cook', the pot would cook sweet porridge. The pot stopped cooking porridge when the girl said 'Stop, little pot'. The girl took the pot home to her mother and now they were free to eat sweet porridge as often as they chose. One time, when the girl went out, her mother said 'Cook little pot, cook'. And the mom ate until she was satisfied but did not know the words to stop the pot from cooking. The pot kept on cooking until the little pot overflowed and the kitchen and the whole house were full. The porridge overflowed into the street and into the other houses. The little girl finally came home and said 'Stop, little pot', and the pot stopped cooking porridge, but whoever wished to return to the town had to eat his way back.
The GRIMM BROTHERS, Sweet porridge
